The Anti-Christmas RhymeWhen it comes to December, (The most depressing month of the year)The Anti-Christmas Rhyme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I seem to lack the ability to spread Christmas cheer.
The colors are just annoying and the joy makes me gag,
But I still try to act cheery, so I don't look as bad. ;w;
I used to love Christmas! I mean it was kind of a required thing,
since every child was excited as hell to see what Santa would bring.
I wonder who still believes in Santa, Christmas day after day.
Is Santa truly real? I found out the hard way...
God Dammit I can't write a poem to save my life!
I'm not that good at rhyming......I just looked up the word "strife."
Aw hell this poem's gonna be as long as long as can be.
I'd be pissed off if it suddenly went away on me.
I wonder if I should be a poet.....I easily express my emotions this way.
Holy crap, that guy is so hot....WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GAY?? D':
Oh by the way, "strife" is bitter conflict, antagonism, or discord.
This poem could go on forever... Somebody stop me!! GOOD LORD.
Well so much for that,
The FAYZ ChatroomSammy Sun- SamThe FAYZ Chatroom4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Computer Geek- Jack
Whip Hand- Drake
Fearless Leader- Caine
You know you love me- Diana
Lana Arwen Lazar- Lana
The awesome leader of the Human Crew whom you all love and worship- Zil
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Percy's Last MomentDeath, it's a funny thing. Well, not exactly in the comical sense. Everyone dies, but for some reason no one is prepared for when it happens. The people who love them are effected and there is no do-overs. Some people live their life accepting their fate, that they will pass on. They may not know where they are going, but they know it's somewhere.Percy's Last Moment3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The worst thing about death is most people can't forget it. Annabeth remembered Percy's death very clearly. Not that she wanted to, of course, but she just couldn't get it out of her head. She recalled every detail.
The thing was, Annabeth didn't want to remember. Percy had made such an impact on her life, that she couldn't bear living without him. He was like a scar that would never go away. But she couldn't just not attend the funeral for all the campers that died in the great battle.
Annabeth forced herself to go. This was an event to focus on the campers lives and the impact they made. Not the death, not the sorrow. Anyway, Annabeth had t
Go AwayHurtGo Away8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You keep hurting me
Don't even try
To stop you
I don't give a shit
You can hurt me
All you want
It still won't change a thing
You can't make things
You've already ruined
Nothing is going to change
Whether you leave
Though I wonder
Why you bother
What is the point
Of fucking up my life?
You've accomplished your goal
And still you do not leave
But I no longer care
You can't fuck up my life
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... ENGLAND1. I cannot tweak his eyebrows.50 Things I Cannot Do To....... ENGLAND3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Even if they need to be tweaked.
3. But, sadly, not by me.
4. Probably by America.
5. England fancies America.
6. I'm not allowed to mention this to anyone.
7. Even if it is really obvious.
8. And even if it would be really fun to see France's reaction.
9. Because France doesn't know despite the fact that it is really obvious.
10. I must not stray off topic.
11. England and Germany wouldn't like it.
12. I mustn't tell England his cooking is terrible.
13. Even if it is.
14. I mustn't tell him his cooking is wonderful.
15. Even if it isn't.
16. I mustn't sample his cooking to test either of these theories.
17. I mustn't sample his cooking not to test these theories.
18. I mustn't sample his cooking at all.
19. I would probably die.
20. I mustn't die so I can see England as a cook in hell.
21. Or as a policeman in heaven.
22. Even if that means he would have handcuffs.
23. and you can do a lot of fun things with handcuffs.
24. In hell, Germany has handcu
First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,First Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.
It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.
She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.
Praise be to Cupid, whose arrows surely pierced my heart.
And to Venus for allowing such beauty on earth.
The FlowersJesus and Jacob walked together in a valley filled with flowers.The Flowers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I am grateful for what You give me, Jesus," Jacob said as he stared at the ground.
Jesus smiled at him.
"I may not be able to live in a beautiful mansion, or a beach house where I can see the sunsets. But at least I have shelter. At least I have these people and these things that You have given me, that You have placed in my life. I am blessed in so many ways." Jacob smiled.
Jesus replied, "My blessings to you are like the flowers you see."
Jacob looked around and Jesus bent down to grab one.
"There are...so many blessings, Lord." Jacob said in awe.
Jesus smiled at the small daisy in His hands and said, "Very few pick them up, and embrace them. Others step all over them. Others simply ignore them."
Jacob blinked several times as he stared at the all the flowers below him. Jesus put His hand on Jacob's shoulder. Now he knew. Whenever he saw a blessing sent from God, he would be one of those few who would pick them up.
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
woundsthey say time heals woundswounds3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but the more time that goes by
the deeper mine get
prompt seven - nosebleedShe said,prompt seven - nosebleed5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I want you to love me so much it hurts."
"I want to be under your skin."
She was inside him. She was in his veins and under the surface and always on his mind. She sprawled out next to him on top of the covers and let her fingers wander between his blemishes, and asked how she made him feel. The sun was setting in the skyline and her words were weaving around him in time with her lips tracing his aura while he fumbled over what she meant. There were gaps between his teeth and he lost the words to tell her that without her, he was going numb. He was losing the sensations in his nerves and nervous system and nervous tendencies, his days were empty and he felt nothing and feeling nothing hurt. He was unresponsive but somewhere beneath his exterior he could feel her. He felt her in his pulse and in his flesh and it hurt while she was begging to get out, begging to make him feel.
She watched and her eyes were all cataclysms as steel pressed t
atonementI want you to know I'm sorry.atonement4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never thought about how much I have to be sorry for until I was up all night and far too early in the morning from a Thursday to a Friday, and couldn't fall asleep because my heart was hammering and thundering and seizing with a regret sort of panic. I called you across six hundred and eighty three miles and an ocean of guilt and whispered I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry a thousand times into the receiver until I had no voice and you were saying my name through an accent of sleep and telling me I have nothing to be sorry about. But I do.
I'm sorry I didn't write you the most beautiful love song in the world. I'm sorry my fingers can't play the guitar to bring cities to colour and do better by you even though that's what you deserve. I'm sorry I can only play four-string chords and sing too softly for you to hear over the guitar. I have clumsy fingers and bashful vocal chords and an ineloquent tongue but I promise that every beat of this heart is for you,
A True Failure?Watch him run,A True Failure?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch him fall,
Watch him land on the ruins that were his life before.
Ever seen a true failure?
As they sink to the ground..
Taking his head in his weakened, glory stained hands,
The shattering ran through him,
Flooding his walls,
Knocking down doors
Till he quivered and screamed for no more.
The pain unbearable,
He drops to the floor,
His wound so deep, but never seen, so sore.
He picked up his ruins,
Stumbled and soared,
Picking up the pieces,
So heavy they made him fall.
No time to linger,
His tears of pain, sting, so bitter.
Forward just a little more,
Forward, he sees just a little more,
Watch him walk,
Watch him run,
You'll never see him fall, once more.
Everything he ripped apart, the things he thought were out of sight,
Slowly reached his mending heart,
As he fought for more.
Is this what Forever is like?Is this what forever is like?Is this what Forever is like?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether lying entwined together, watching the dawn of a brand new day.
Or dancing about like young children learning to walk.
When you have your entire future planned out,
but you haven't got bored.
When five more minutes quickly becomes two hours,
and it's never easy to say goodbye.
When a warm embrace means so much more than just:
"I love you." It means; "I'm yours forever."
If this is what forever is like, I'll never leave your side.
sixShe told him she was not the same.six5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She told him she was not the same and there as an unusual sensation that came from under her skin, deeper than the bottom of a cheap flask, farther than his words and his kiss and her wishes could reach. Her bones were shifting and her ligaments were stretching and the growing pains were not what she expected in the least. Everything about her ached, from her thoughts to her heart to the butterflies in her stomach, and when he lay close and held her fingers at night and brushed the golden waves from her eyes she wanted him why it felt like he was pulling her seams apart from the inside out. She told him his eyes shimmered the way they had when they spread themselves beneath the stars and she could hear the sound in her throat from trying to swallow the truth in her words. But when he kissed her eyes she could not keep down what she meant even if to make the moment hurt a little less under her own skin.
"I enjoyed every moment of it. When I hurt, I kne
an autopsy report for traitors...with trace amounts of heroin}an autopsy report for traitors5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh! you're just in time for the analysis,
Spoiler Alert: You die!
Plot Twist: the coroner is the crook
Moral: never leave a crime scene without making sure the body's really dead
Piece of Advice (for next time): romance is a deadlier poison than cyanide
Oh, and for the record: learn the difference between a whorl and a whore
Corpse: covered in blood spatter; skinned of its artless 'beauty'
Intestines: signed with a kiss
Spinal Cord: stabbed, twenty-two times; how fucking ironic
Hipbones: the better to carve you with, darling
Eyes: blind now, thank god
Facial tissue: much prettier floating in a jar in a mortuary
Heart: shattered; property of the medical examiner, stained with fingerprints
Skull: fractured in more places than a mathematician can count; belongs in a goddamned science classroom [Option II: National Museum of Thieves]
Lungs: breathless, literally (and you were so good at taking mine)
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 41 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
Mornings.Mornings with you taste golden, likeMornings.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that dawn we escaped together to
watch the sun rise from the asphalt
and burn its way down the road. And
we sat like sparrows above the dotted
yellow lines, waiting while the world
drove by and your face glowed hazel
and copper and hope. In the mornings,
when we share stories and wishes and
body heat, you feel more real to me
than anything I've ever read about,
than anything I've ever seen.
Mornings with you are hazy smiles and
soft eye lashes, like every morning I've
laid in your bed watching the dust ride
through the air on beams of light, not
having to do anything more than just be,
than just exist. Mornings when the sunlight
slowly grows along your body, and I silently
tell you secrets as you sleep. As your eyelids
flutter and the world wakes up, I wonder if
you dream of secrets I whisper, I wonder if
you're dreaming of me.
UncoveredMy heart drops a million miles a secondUncovered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I realize you may have figured out
The secret I've tried to hide.
I worried when I told you,
But you assured me it was fine,
But now I think you saw through my lies
And I've said too much.
I worked so hard to hide this
Because it will destroy my life and our friendship,
And you may have uncovered the truth.
the sickness of breathing emptinesstoday:the sickness of breathing emptiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my god, there's no way to pretty that up. pain is not beautiful, it is painful. use your common sense. there is no glory in suffering, there is no sparkle to sacrifice. hurt is hurt is hurt. and you can't take it for someone else, no matter how hard you try.
what i hate is that you're leaving. like, a thousand miles away worth of leaving. and don't tell me that distance means nothing to the heart, because it does: enough to make you break me before you kill me. honestly, i wonder which is worse. honestly, i'd probably rather you kill me because i've broken enough times that i don't have much left to break.
what i hate more is that i love you. i have fought harder against it than i've fought against anything else in my life, i fucking swear to god. i didn't even consider that i could love you for months. an
I'm Still Counting...OneI'm Still Counting...4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Counting in my head
But suddenly four becomes five and one registers as uno and three is a picture of a tree in my head and I have no idea what the number is anymore because all I see is the branches spearing the sky...
Stop, please stop counting! And I have no idea what I'm counting, what am I counting? I'm counting my heartbeats... How many per breath how many per hour how many per day?
I start figuring out the math in my head, obsessively counting and figuring out averages and staying up all night because I want to see what twenty-four hours gives me and if that matches my twelve-hour count. I start figuring out how many heartbeats a week, a year. A lifetime.
The numbers pulsate through my veins, the sharp edges cutting me up until I'm bleeding numbers... Numbers become pictures painted in red a tree a square a church bell tolling and suddenly I'm standing at my funeral wondering where h